Arguments
Based on that tweet
Arguments
Witnessing an argument between a couple is always one of two things.
Either unbelievably awkward for everyone within earshot or highly entertaining.
Thankfully, with Harry and Merlin, it’s usually the latter.
Some of it has to do with how low-stakes their arguments are and the fact that they are obviously aware that they are being absolutely ridiculous. But a lot more has to do with the way that even when they are throwing insults at each other, it sounds like the fondest of pet names.
Tilde can’t even say when the discussion about which restaurant to go to once Eggsy finally joins them at the shop devolved into how Harry is apparently a madman for the way he’s chosen to arrange the spice rack back at home.
She’s a tad distracted from Harry’s comeback by Eggsy sitting down next to her right after he pressed a kiss to the top of her hair, but it apparently has to do with Merlin never bringing his cups down from the office.
“They decided to give you a show before dinner?”
“Mmhm. You were taking too long coming back. Had to do something to pass the time.”
There’s no reproach in her voice, but Eggsy still looks like he’s going to apologize, as if somehow London’s traffic is his fault. Tilde kisses him before he can utter a word.
She’s very pleased when she leans back and he’s left with only a besotted look on his face.
They settle more comfortably on the sofa, Tilde snuggling into Eggsy’s side with a pleased sigh, in no hurry to call the attention of their friends on Eggsy’s arrival. They might both be super-spies (Eggsy’s teasing words, not hers), but sometimes they get too engrossed in their own little world to notice anything else but each other.
It’s sickeningly cute.
“Yeah well, go back to your ex then!” Merlin huffs before turning his back on Harry, arms crossed.
Tilde stifle a giggle, amused by the rare sight of Merlin leaning into his well-hidden dramatic side.
Harry sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose, but still looking at Merlin like the man is the most precious thing in the world.
“Hamish… We’ve been married for twenty years now, can’t you let that one go already?”
“No,” comes the immediate answer, as if this is a well-worn part of their arguing. It probably is.
Harry’s pout is lost on Merlin, who still has his back turned on him. He rolls his eyes at Merlin’s continued petulance, finally noticing Eggsy and greeting with a dimpled smile before returning his attention on Merlin.
He seems to have been inspired by their example, because the next thing he does is walk up to Merlin and embrace him from behind. If it hadn’t been already, it would now be quite clear that the whole argument is a sham from how Merlin leans into him without hesitation, all but melting against Harry’s chest.
Whatever they say after that is in hushed whispers that Tilde doesn’t try to understand after she spots Harry pressing a light kiss right under Merlin’s ear.
“I want to argue like them when we’re older.”
Eggsy snorts, but she feels him nodding and she knows he understands what she means. That she wants their future arguments to just be another way to express their love to each other.
“You won’t be able to tell me to go back to my ex though. We’ve already established that Zoe doesn’t count because we were fifteen.”
There’s a different name on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn’t let it past her lips. They’ve talked about the Clara situation extensively before they even mentioned getting married once they reunited after Poppygeddon and that’s not something she ever wants to come between them again. And anyway, if Zoe doesn’t count, Clara certainly can’t qualify as an ex-anything either.
“You could though,” she says instead, making them both laugh, because she’s complained enough about her exes that the idea of her ever going back to either of them is truly ridiculous.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Eggsy replies primly, but the effect is rather lost by how he kisses her cheek sweetly.
She turns her head just enough so that their lips meet.
They lose track of time after that, definitely for a bit too long if Merlin’s groan about how they really ought to get a room if they’re to slobber all over each other is anything to go by.
Not that he has any ground to stand on. The number of times she’s walked in on him and Harry in various states of undress outside of their bedroom far exceeds the number of fingers and toes she possesses.
Which means she has no qualms in kissing Eggsy for a bit longer and just making a rude gesture in Merlin’s general direction.
The man survived a mine, he can definitely deal with a bit of public display of affection.
